She was ... driven. That’s the only word I can think of to describe how she was acting. She gripped my elbow firmly enough that I winced a couple of...times as she pulled me into my own house and through the bedroom to the master bath. She had actually helped me install my new shower when I renovated that bathroom, so of course she knew it would hold us both at the same time, with room to spare.As I say, she seemed driven, in such a way that speaking didn’t seem to be appropriate, so I just went. Ok, I have a thick penisgag in my mouth, and my mouth is full of spit and sperm. I so wanted toswallow but her smile kept me from doing so. How so, I wanted her smile,to be related to my ..what.. My performance? Not sure what to call it,but the overall need was her satisfaction. The smile held me. The collarheld my head up. I mention this as it became another aspect of hercontrol. The question you might ask, was I happy? That's complicated,ecstatic to be with her, and so deeply embarrassed in. When she finished, she kissed me and headed off to her bedroom for the night. Saturday morning, nothing was said about our late night adventure. However, even her kids noticed Carol was in a very good mood. When Bill came in from work, she greeted him with a kiss and served him his breakfast. Over the next several months, Carol, her family, and I continued spend time together. Whenever I wasn't working, or didn't have a date, I would frequently hang out at their place. When a big late-model. And you might find it surprising when I say, not the lack of it!I suppose I'd better explain. When I'd met June at Uni, she was just another student struggling to pay her way through college like almost everyone else; or so I and everyone else thought. June even had a part time job back then, and never appeared to be rolling in the readies. Consequently I had not the slightest idea that she came from a much more affluent family background than I.In fact – I discovered later -- June's parents.